My Luna Became An Alpha After I Rejected Her novel Chapter 216

“Aiden…” she whispered, her voice barely holding itself together. Her eyes clung to the wound on his chest…the angry, spreading sore, the way golden mist curled out of it, the way black blood throbbed beneath his skin. Just looking at it made her own chest tighten.

“What happened to you?” Her voice cracked. “Who did this?”

Aiden’s jaw clenched. “You. You did this.”

“What?” The word scraped out of her throat like broken glass. Her eyes widened, her lips parting as shock rippled through her entire body. She swallowed hard, her pulse hammering in her ears. For a moment she simply stared, unable to breathe.

“The night we were together,” he said quietly. “In the rain. You scratched me…remember?”

Her mind flashed to that stormy night, the heat, the tension, the overwhelming pull between them. She remembered her nails cutting into his skin when her wolf wanted to surge unexpectedly. She remembered…but nothing about that moment explained this.

Her gaze flicked from the wound to his face and then back again. She shook her head slowly and stepped back, her legs trembling.

“That… that’s impossible.” Her voice shook. “A scratch can’t do that. My scratch can’t—” Her breath hitched. Her thoughts tangled, unraveling so fast she could barely hold onto them. Nothing made sense. Every word coming out of his mouth felt like a boulder crashing into her chest.

“Amelia…” Aiden murmured, covering the wound with his shirt as he took a step toward her.

“No. No, don’t.” She stumbled back, palms raised. “Don’t come close to me. If this is another one of your manipulations to keep me here, it’s not going to work.” Her voice trembled, soft but edged with fear.

“Why would I lie about this?” he asked, raw honesty bleeding through his tone. “Why would anyone lie about something this serious? Amelia…you’re the true alpha. Even I don’t fully understand it, but every sign keeps pointing back to you.”

A breathy, disbelieving laugh escaped her lips. Tears shimmered in her eyes, slipping down her cheeks almost immediately.

“I’m not even a real alpha!” she yelled, voice cracking. “I’m the daughter of a beta and an omega. I was adopted by an alpha. I am no one’s alpha by blood!”

“You’re right,” Aiden said softly. “But… what if the people you believed were your parents weren’t your real parents?”

A vicious frown carved across her face. Her teeth sank into her lower lip.

“That’s not true.” Her voice shook violently. “Evenly is my mother. Greg is my father. If I wasn’t their daughter, they would have told me. They would never lie about something like that.”

“Amelia…think,” Aiden pressed gently. “A daughter of a beta and an omega shouldn’t possess alpha-level strength. Alpha power is inherited…not learned. It runs through bloodlines, ancient lines. What if Beta Greg hid the truth? What if he was trying to protect you? What if—”

“Enough!” she screamed.

Her voice ripped through the room like thunder, echoing off the walls. Tears streamed down her face, her fists clenched so tightly her knuckles turned white. Veins stood out along her temples, her whole body trembling from the force of her emotions.

“You think this is the time to tell me something like that?” she choked out. “When I just lost my mother? When my entire world is falling apart? And now you’re telling me they’re not even my real parents? You must be out of your fucking mind, Aiden!”

Aiden flinched not because of her words, but because of the devastation etched in her face. Her pain sliced straight through him.

“This your distraction?” she spit out, tears spilling faster. “Your plan to confuse me? To keep me away from finding whoever destroyed my family? I’m sorry to disappoint you, but it won’t work.”

Her breathing turned erratic. Something wild, something ancient, simmered beneath her skin…heat that made the air around her thicken. Her wolf clawed at the surface, restless, agitated.

“Amelia—” Aiden stepped toward her again.

“Get out.” Her voice was low, shaking.

He froze.

“Leave. Now!”

Even if she pushed him away with everything she had.

She was his mate…his true mate and he would die before letting anything happen to her.

But none of this made sense. Not what his father said. Not her power. Not the wound. Not the truth about her parents.

If Greg and Evenly weren’t her real parents…

Then who were?

He needed answers.

He moved toward his car, intending to grab his phone. As he opened the door, his gaze landed on an envelope resting on the front passenger seat…the same one he’d noticed earlier before everything spiraled.

He picked it up and tore it open while wondering what was inside of it.

Inside was a folded sheet of paper.

He opened it…his heartbeat slamming against his ribs.

His eyes widened.

It was a DNA test result.

TBC